Spending so much time with my family for the holidays brought to mind how everything comes back around in time. Consider your parents for a moment.
When we are first born and growing, we rush to them all the time. They are the center of our world, and we look to learn all we can from them.
When we reach our teenage years, we pull away. They become something we put up with and we are absolutely convinced they have no idea what they are talking about.
When we leave for college or a job or our first apartment, our independence really kicks into high gear. We never call enough, and we feel like they can't possibly understand what we are going through so we don't share ourselves completely.
At some point, we realize just because they are our parents doesn't mean we can't enjoy their company as adults. The conversations improve.
Then one day, you see your parents with new eyes. Maybe it was an illness or just a conversation, but they revert to being the adorable people we loved so much as children. You want to just hug them all up, take care of them, give them the happiness in the life they carved out for you.
Of course, this could just be me. My parents are so freakin' cute.